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Friday, 17 November 2017

Friday Flash Fiction 11/17- F*CK

While setting up my second submission to Friday Flash Fics, I somehow managed to wipe out the first one. Ugh! So my slightly elegant, marginally funny opening has been lost to the depths of the internet.

In a nut shell...Fun times, lots of authors creating scenes from the same picture and bad language ahead. Comments are always welcome. :)

“Fuck.” Jack shook his foot trying to dislodge the slush
that had invaded his shoe. Fucking rain, fucking
snow, fucking England “ Icy tendrils crept under his arch and wrapped
around his toes as the water made its way through his loafer. “I should be on a
beach in Spain but no, I’m in fucking London, in fucking January, on the one
bloody, fucking day it decides to dump slush everywhere.”

An old lady tisked at him as she passed, forcing Jack to clenched
his teeth together in an attempt to stem the free flowing litany of curse
words. His gram would have smacked the back of his head at the first fuck had she heard. Shoving his hands
deeper into the pockets of his jacket, he continued his trudge along the
Queen’s Walk toward Westminster Bridge.

“Kiss your mother with that mouth?” The woman, who carried a
frightening similarity to his Gran stopped next to him.

“Pardon me?” He pulled his gaze from the black Thames
flowing past. This is my contact? Are
they pulling them out of retirement now?

“Here,” she passed him a small bag. “You’re feeding the
birds now, lovie. Mind your mouth, all that cursing offends the clergy.”

“Fuck. The. Clergy.” He snatched the bag and shoved it in
his pocket. He’d been all over bloody England running errands for those pompous
arrogant bastards. Fetching artifacts and delivering summons, all because they
couldn’t find one inexperienced guardian. Whomever this guardian was, Jack was
markedly envious of his abilities, He’d give his left nut to get out from under
the Clergy’s thumb.

“Why does your generation insist on learning things the hard
way?” Her eyes narrowed on him and he could hear her inhale slowly through her
nose. Whether the icy spike that rain up his spine was from the freezing rain
slipping down the back of his neck or the old woman’s gaze he couldn’t be
certain. Either way he was fucked and had to follow this through. “Do as you’re
told and perhaps you’ll be a Guardian one day too.”

Jack looked up at the endless grey clouds above him, and
tightened the neck of his coat. “That’s never something I wanted.”
Unsurprisingly, the old woman had disappeared from his side and he wasn’t
interested in seeing which direction she’d headed. If they wanted him dead,
he’d be dead by now. His usefulness as a go-for hadn’t wined yet.

Keeping his gaze on his surroundings while avoiding slushy
puddles, he continued his journey. Removing the small bag from his pocket he
opened it and found bird seed? Why am I
not surprised? At least I know now my next stop is St Paul’s Cathedral. He swirled a finger around in the seed and felt
something metal brush the pad of his finger. Hooking it, he pulled it out.

Shock punched him in the chest and he clamped down on the
initial instinct to fling it straight into the Thames filthy depths.